Lost?

In my country, there is this kind of activity known as student reporters, where we us, teenagers get to be reporters of our school activities and send it to the papers for publishing. There are selections and interviews. The hard part was the training camp, at first many thought of it as a normal holiday camp,  or just a camp training us to interview and write reports, but only in the end did we understand that the camp was to build our love for each other, learn to understand each other and to care for each other. Many shed tears and all, those were last year, December.

2011, a new year to celebrate, and the start of us, the new batch of student reporters to start our jobs. And there were news that one of us had left because of an illness.

It was shocking, I could still remember her face as if it was just yeaterday, we were in the same group during the camp, she was one of the most energetic, out-going and brave girl which would sacrifice herslef for her friends. I admired her during the camp, and I still do.

Life is short, but she did live one which brought happiness to others. YeeLing, thanks for being there.